there used to be signs . now we no longer wonder . if someone’s watching
monuments are built . out of fading memories . and dreams of the past
for certain places . history always crosses . paths with legacy
something once vital . erased by change, leaves behind . anonymous clues
around the corner . history waits, boarded up . to be discovered
history passes . taking with it ideas . no longer needed
recent history . is easily forgotten . as it’s now the past
in recognizing . what came before, an homage . respects history
capturing what was . as nostalgia, history . becomes fantasy
a drop of water . passes, never to return . to the same river
uptown jack 